I want.
-_-

super wishlist.

Because both "doomsday" and Christmas are coming up:

-_-

And World Peace, of course.

it's never too late to dream, is it?

In a few months I'll be turning 25--gosh, that's a quarter of a lifetime, almost--and I realize that there are still a lot of things that I really, really want to do, but have yet to. Adulthood does not necessarily breed contentment, I suppose.

Travel is (and always will be) number one on my list. I have a mile-long list of places that I must absolutely go to before I die (which, I hope, isn't too soon :p). But I guess that has to wait until I'm filthy rich, which is right up there next to travel. Hehe.

I want to be a travel researcher. Like those guys (and girls, to be politically correct) you see on Discovery or National Geographic. It does coincide with my desire to travel, and with the fact that when I do travel, I don't merely intend to be your typical awestruck tourist, if you know what I mean.

I seriously want to get a scholarship to the Culinary Institute of America. I think I can. I wanna be a chef, whip up amazing gourmet feasts, etc. etc. Just thinking about it makes my mouth water :p

I want to write. Like, seriously. Be published and known for it. I've yet to decide what type and form, or what about, but I seriously, seriously want to write.

I want to be a make-up artist/stylist to the stars. Might as well put my love for makeup and nice clothes and kikay stuff to good use. Hopefully my color rendering skills (thanks to six years of study) come in handy. Haha.

I want to be able to design and build my parent's dream home. I think it's every architect's dream job.

I want to teach. I don't care what, I don't care where, I don't care to whom. I just want to teach.

I want to sing. For real.

I want, well...I want that guy :p

Yun e. Haha.

whoa.

Can't believe it's May already. Doesn't do much, though--I'm still bored out of my wits, raring to go places I know I can't because I haven't been paid for projects long accomplished yet :( Hay naku.

The only things that get me going these days are: 1) the prospect of numerous beach trips, and 2) family coming home from the States.

I need to get my beach fix, pronto! Hayyyyy.....

oh, to be young and travel...

I would love to be able to travel. To really travel. Go places, see a million different things, meet a million different people, experience a cornucopia of cultures.

I haven't even been to that many places here in the Philippines. I've been to many places in Luzon, having been born and raised here. I've been to a couple of places in Visayas. Never in Mindanao--I'd love to see Davao and Zamboanga.

I've been to Japan once--two hours inside the airport (bleh). I'd love to see Bali and Jakarta, witness winter in Japan or Korea (just thinking about it gives me the shivers--literally). And I'd kill for an all-expenses paid shopping trip in Hong Kong (Pat, pag mayaman ka na, don't forget me!!!).

I've been lucky enough to go on a roadtrip while in the States--8 states, to be exact. But I'd love to see more. I'd love to see Washington DC, and Florida (where I'd look for the famous Miami Ink tattoo parlor and have one done by the amazing Kat Von D).

I'd love to go see Mexico, just to stop wondering what amazing country bred the amazing Diego Luna and Gael Garcia Bernal. I'd love to go to Spain, and possibly trace where my family roots came from (my paternal grandpa was Spanish, after all). I'd go to Morocco and get hooked on hookas while reliving those wonderful scenes from Casablanca.

I'd love to spend a month in Europe, going not to the famous "It" cities but the quaint, rustic countrysides of Scotland, Wales, Ireland and England. Go chocolatier-hopping in Switzerland and yodeling ala-Maria von Trapp in Austria. I'd see the sacred and the profane--the birthplace of Jesus in Israel and Count Dracula's castle in Romania.

I'd go to Greece and hoard olive oil. I'd go up and down a million times in the Spanish Steps in Rome, till my knees go all jello and I tumble down in a happy heap.

I'd go to Poland, see the Auschwitz Camp, look for answers as to why people are so. I'd go to Africa and see not just the beauty, but also the strife that I may realize how lucky I am to live a very imperfect yet fulfilled life.

Until I get the money (if only guts were enough to buy me a plane ticket around the world), this is but wishful thinking. Good thing I'm a believer.

blah.

blah week. blah start of the month. i hope this is not a premonition of days to come.

busy pa rin. busy-bisihan. same old.

gusto ko nang mag summer (actually, summer na pala). gusto ko na mag-beach. la union. pagudpod. zambales. batangas. galera. cebu. bora. palawan. santa cruz. monterey. laguna beach. beach boys. beach bum. beach ball. son of a beach. kahit ano basta beach!!!!

ayun o.....

i wish i had the moolah so i could buy...

Tickets to The Police Tour

HEAD Metallix 10

RAY-BAN Aviator RB3292